and headed to Philadelphia airport where Suzanne posed
in front of the long corridor
before we returned to the coffee stand
and had her
make our breakfast.
Suzanne's treatments were over and it was time for a celebratory trip.
So we got into the limo
and headed to Philadelphia airport where Suzanne posed
in front of the long corridor
before we returned to the coffee stand
and had her
make our breakfast.
The food on the plane was unspeakable as I got the camera in order
doing lighting tests on our gum
where the non-flash
worked better and on the cookies
and pretzels
before the time passed and we were landing at the St. Thomas
airport
as Suzanne posed on the runway
and we watched the other plane land
as we followed the crowds
to our baggage and the cab from which we got our first view of the
water
and the school children
in uniform before we got off at this sight
and got on the boat where they brought this drink
to Suzanne's amusement
as the boat
made its way through the sea
until our beaches (to be) were in sight
and we could see the property
as I took the first shadowy picture
of our room
and the lamp
and the shower
and the potpourri
and toiletries
before we headed out to explore the territory
making our way to paradise beach
where these signs
staked out ownership. After admiring the views
Suzanne's feet
tested the water much to her amusement
but we followed their warnings
as the skies got darker
for a beautiful sunset
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We had dinner at the Equator that night and began with a pina colada
before splitting a salad
and getting the fish
and vegetarian
entrees but decided to ignore the dessert menu
preferring to wait for the next day.
We woke up to a beautiful morning and headed to the
breakfast buffet where I had the fruit
and breads
as Suzanne ate away at her fruit
and Suzanne
and I
were both happy to see coffee
and the New York Times
as she had her fish
and I had my grains
as we drank from the infinite juice bar
and then went back to our room to record the coconut in the tree
and the rest of the view
as we headed through the common area
on the path to Honeymoon Beach
stopping to record this license plate
in front of the self center
and then took the trail
to the beach
which was altogether too crowded so we headed back
past the garbage dump
and the self center
past the magnificent views
past the massage center
and up the hill
even past cottage 7
being careful of the donkeys
until we saw signs for Scott Beach
and after wending our way past the Turtle Bay house
and rooms
we found the beach
which made Suzanne happy
as we looked in all directions
and then sat down
in the shadows
with the beach in front of us
to enjoy.
Later we went to our local beach
where the clouds came forth
where Suzanne walked
as I read
and then walked back
to read herself
and take my picture
as the sun started down
and the intense walking lady
continued her laps.
Seeing so much exercise made us head for the bar
where this planter's punch
was the speciality and Suzanne
watched the carts
to her amusement
and mine
where she became amused
by the empty glass
and so we headed back to the room and recorded the fan
and umbrellas
before heading for the snack bar
where Suzanne
was happily relaxed after her massage and we ordered pina coladas
to go with her fish
and my vegetable wrap
which passed the day for us.
Next morning, there were clouds
and the NYTimes
also brought cloudy news to Suzanne's chagrin
as the breakfast room
filled up possibly amused by my cereal
or her fruit
or my fruit and cheese
or Suzanne's food
that we all managed to finish. The palm tree
in front of our room still had its coconut
and the design on our porch
fit into my reading selection
as Suzanne gathered together the snorkeling gear
and posed for some frog person pictures
including flippers
as we made our way to the beach
where the shade looked good
and a bird came to see its dead brother
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but we still gathered a conch
which was alive
so Suzanne put it back
and then we made our way back
to our local basketball court
in the rain.
Suzanne got an umbrella
and we walked past the beach
to follow the trail
as Suzanne led the way
through the signage
past the donkeys
into the jungle
where we admired my feet
before sighting the town of Cruz Bay
with the sign pointing back the way we came
and the clouds over the bay
as we captured a few views of the city
before noting the law
and going into Mongoose Junction
for the obligatory phone booth picture
and the road sign
that marked Suzanne's way
past the statue
and the last shop
before we settled in for dinner and Suzanne posed
so that our picture could be taken
by our neighbors
who were staying at the Westin to celebrate their 20th
wedding anniversary. After the pina colada,
Suzanne had salad
and I had gazpacho
which was too dark to see
as the salmon came
for Suzanne and I got my portabella
prepared in interesting fashion, open faced with barbecue sauce.
Against all better judgment, we had this pie a la mode
and then found our way back home.
It rained heavily in the night but we awoke to beautiful
blue skies
and coffee
and the NYTimes
with our breakfast
and tamarind juice
yogurt
bagel
and fruit
which inspired me to make this sculpture
and then slowly eat away at it
to retain my membership in the clean plate club.
Back at the room, I took out the glasses repair kit
and went to work on my sunglasses which appeared differently with
flash
than without
as I did the tedious task
and Suzanne lounged
in the bed. The coconut
was still in our tree
and we again recorded our local view
and the bench loveseat
and book
and Times crossword puzzle
in our room. Next, I worked on self portraits with flash
and without
as Suzanne knitted
her elegant yarns
and we looked at our possessions
and then the room's pictures
before responding to the call of the beach
which beckoned us.
Suzanne was the first to touch the water
which was beautiful
and inspired me to put on snorkeling gear
and explore. Next, Suzanne was in the water
and I recorded her path, stroke
by stroke
by stroke
and then step
by step
until she emerged and left me to admire the caustics
caused by the discontinuities of the sun's
reflection on the water. The beach seemed desserted
but a few people went by
as Suzanne did another turn at snorkeling
and returning
to our site
to watch the sea
and then head to Scott's beach. Before we left, we ran into the mirage
lady
who gave us an action pose
and sent us on our way to admire the beautiful ship passing by
and to enjoy our drink from her
as we watched the boat
and finally figured out how they fit those boats
into bottles. Somehow, the beach experience
changed the name of my book
even as the view
beckoned Suzanne
back into the water and the mirage lady
back to our side.
After the beach, we called Sarah
and heard the incomprehensible story of the attacker at Sword's house.
Then we made our way
to the Turtle bay estate house
where this gentleman
brought this drink
and we made our way to our table where Suzanne
had some bread
and admired the setting
as I got my white wine
and admired mine
to Suzanne's amusement
of the bread
and her salad
and my mango soup
which didn't take well to flash-free photography
in the darkened environment. The main courses
were tasty and then the desert menu came
illuminating the darkness
for coffee
and tart
to the chef's
amusement.
The next day was our last day there and the morning was overcast
as we recorded the coconut
outside our right. We went to the equipment place
and returned the snorkels before following the path to
hawks nest beach
where the water was fine
and Suzanne got her toes
wet as I admired the view
and looked down the beach
ad Suzanne swam away
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from the water.
Our last lunch began with drinks
and then a salad
and a grilled cheese sandwich
just like I'd have in my childhood with condiments
so that I could make the clean plate club
as I said good bye to the guys at the dock
and got on the boat
to head back to reality with this gentleman
and this gentleman, Dick Lesser
with whom I spoke. There were various lines to navigate
at the airport before this woman
sold us duty free liquor
to beat the tax and make us have more to carry. We then went through
the baggage lines
cleared customs, security, ... and got a view of the plane
that would take us home. Once on board, I took out my book
ate the chips
and dijonaise
as the horrible sandwiches came
and provided inspiration for the Paul and Judy picture
that would summarize the trip.